[indistinct chatter]
What's the noise?
[laughter subsides]
It's mistress boleyn, your grace.
Her stories of life at the french court.
Henry: I'm aware of one boleyn girl.
But she's lying-in with a certain child in her belly.
Well, boleyn girl,
Show your face.
What's so amusing?
I was merely offering my thoughts
On the new french king.
Who has such great power,
Yet such meager authority as a man.
Continue.
His pettiness is astounding.
He will bear a mortal grudge over the mildest of slights.
Spoiled cub with a spike in its paw.
Riven with resentment.
Unable to forgive or forget.
A great king,
A great man,
Rises above such things.
And what would you know of great men?
I've read enough books and heard enough talk
To believe I'd know one
If he were before me.
Then look about you.
I'm curious.
Do you see one here?
Looking, my lord.
Still looking, my lord.
Ah.
There. Found one.
[crowd murmuring]
Henry: So forgiveness, you say,
Makes a man great.
What else?
Generosity.
Humility.
The ability to recognize his match in others
And not be threatened by it.
His match in other men? Women too.
You believe that?
That women can be the match of men?
It's a question women have asked themselves for some time.
But we concede men do have some value.
So we accept them as equal.
[light laughter]
I find you much changed, mistress anne.
Then my prayers have been answered.
Welcome back at court.
My lord.
What?